Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

"Huan'er, this is the new dress your father bought for you. I saw other people wearing beautiful clothes on the road. I thought my huan'er was much more beautiful than her. She must be more beautiful. You can show her to Dad. Well, sure enough, my baby huan'er is so beautiful! "

"Huan'er, come here quickly. Dad bought you an ice cream and eat it quickly, otherwise it will melt. Come on, how about it? Is it delicious? "

"Well, it's delicious. Dad, try it too!"

"Ha ha, dad doesn't like these. Huan'er eats them himself. Dad has cooked for you. What would you like to eat tonight? Will dad make you preserved pork with preserved vegetables? "

"Wow, my huan'er is so powerful that she got 100 points in the exam. It's really amazing. Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Ha ha ha..."

"Dad..."

Her tears were pouring down like rain.

Dad, huan'er misses you so much, miss you so much, really miss you so much!

I'm sorry, Dad. It's all huan'er's fault. It's all huan'er's fault!

Dad

She fell to the ground, unable to help herself, and broke into tears.

Over the years, she did not cry well, the pain has been held in her heart, until now, she was able to indulge their sadness.

Outside do not know when it began to rain, crying and the rain, particularly desolate.

There is a neighbor who has not moved away. He comes to check carefully. He sees the girl sitting on the ground and crying. The familiar eyebrows are still as beautiful as ever. Tears can't help falling down. He can't bear to disturb her and quietly retreats.

Chang Huan cried. I don't know how long, she went through the whole house, touched every inch of memory, stuck to every inch of temperature, couldn't help herself, and forgot the passage of time.

Suddenly, the phone rings suddenly at night. She wakes up from her grief. She takes out the phone and looks at it.

When he got on the phone, he looked over there and was very worried: "Weiwei, where are you? Why don't you come back so late? Is something wrong with you? "

She shook her head, and then remembered that she couldn't see it there. She wiped her tears and tried to make her voice sound normal. "I'm ok. I'm fine. I won't go back tonight. Tomorrow, I'll be on time."

"Vivi, are you crying? Is something wrong with you? You tell me where you are and I'll pick you up! " Aiming there, I heard something wrong, and I was very worried.

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine. Thank you." She hurriedly comforted her: "I want to be alone."

"Well, if there's anything wrong, make sure you call me." I'm still a little worried, "it will start at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. You should remember to come back in time."

"Well, I see. Don't worry. I'll be fine. " She hung up the phone and stood up, looking at all the familiar things around her, tears could not help but flow down.

She sat by the bed, looking at the old pillow with a musty smell, thick dust accumulation, but she seemed not to see, quietly looking at the bed, as if to see the man lying quietly, smiling at her, eyes are very gentle: "Dad, my new book won the prize. It's called "the rain of roses". Roses fall like rain one after another. Just like our memory, it has opened the most brilliant and beautiful season, but only the most desperate beauty is left. Dad, I'll give it to you as a farewell, OK? "